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“You better not be staring at my woman,” I tell him so no one else can hear.

He clears his throat and diverts his eyes. Smart man.

Zeke is our new manager, we fired the last one after the Kidd situation. He’s a tall African American man with good ideas and an even better resume. Tee comes up to me and wraps her arms around me.

Only three weeks left of having her here.

*****

“You’re sweaty!” she squeals as I lift her in the air and lock the dressing room door. Adrenaline is running through me, and there is nothing I want more than to be inside her.

“What did I tell you about this dress?” I growl. “Every man who saw you had their eyes on you. And some women too.”

She smirks. “You should have found a less attractive girlfriend then.”

I give her a hard kiss on her smart mouth, then flip her over on the couch. She raises her dress for me, baring her ass. Her black thong is so thin, I easily rip it with my hands.

“Hey!” she complains.

I bring my hand down on her right cheek, then rub the spot.

“Saxon, hurry,” she begs. “Please.”

I undo my pants and pull them down with the speed of a superhero. “You don’t have to beg baby, I’ll always give you what you need.”

I lean over her, turning her head for a possessive kiss. She gasps when my teeth scrape along the lobe of her ear before sucking it into my mouth. I then press open-mouthed kisses down her neck, at the same time I plunge into her from behind.

She moans.

“You’re dripping wet,” I murmur, pleasure rolling through me. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

“Harder,” she demands, thrusting back against me.

I comply.

Pulling her body up so that her back is pressed against my chest, I play with her nipples, plucking at them just the way she likes it. My lips find that sensitive spot on her neck, my tongue paying it special attention.

It drives her f*cking crazy.

My fingers leave her breasts and move lower, finding her clit. Three circles with my thumb, and she’s coming, my name leaving her mouth the sweetest sound in the world. I continue to slide in and out of her, her wetness drenching my cock. Changing positions, I sit down and pull her with me, so she’s sitting on my lap. Leaning her forward, I keep thrusting into her until I finish.

“Fuck,” I grit out, my head spinning as release hits me. “Fuck, f*ck, f*ck.”

She leans back against me.

“Holy mother of crap,” she breathes. “That was amazing.”

I grunt and tilt her head up with my finger on her chin. “I love you so f*cking much.”

She open her mouth to reply, but I kiss her, cutting off anything she has to say.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I whisper.

She nods and stands up, turning around and leaning over me. “I love you too.”

All is right in the world.





Chapter Twenty-Five

Tenielle

I’m feeling grumpy as hell today. Time has flown by, and now it’s time for me to get back to Perth.

Back to work.

And away from Saxon

Shit happens, and I really shouldn’t be complaining. I have a good life. A friend once told me that if your only problems are boy problems, then you don’t really have any problems at all. Okay I was fifteen when she said that, but it kind of stuck with me. I need to put my big girl panties on and deal with being away for him for the next... few months.

Fuck my life.

I finish packing my bag and plop down on the bed. My flight leaves tonight, so I have a couple of hours left with Saxon. He’s been moody for the last few days, brooding. Always lost in thought. I know he’s going to miss the shit out of me, well, because I’m pretty awesome, but it’s more than that. We’ve gotten used to being around each other every day and spending all our time together. We’re in sync. And now we’re going to have to adjust again—this time to a long distance relationship. Saxon said if he ever gets a break longer than two days he will fly to see me. Considering the amount of time it takes to fly back to Perth, it really doesn’t make sense for him to do so, but I won’t stop him.

Because I’m greedy for him.

Even if I just get to see him for a day, or a few days, I’ll take that.

And I’ll love every second of it.

The door opens and he walks into the room holding a bag of food.

He doesn’t smile.

He doesn’t joke.

He does sigh.

“It’s going to be okay Saxon,” I tell him, not for the first time. “Three months with fly by.”

“What am I going to do with my life?” he asks with a groan.

How f*cking dramatic.

I burst out laughing, which causes his lip to twitch slightly. Not a smile—but something at least.

“Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

He quickly stands and holds out his hand for me. I put my hand in his and he grabs the food. We walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table there. “Where is everyone?”

He places the plastic container in front of me, filled with the pasta I ordered.

“They went to do some sightseeing, but I think they just wanted to give us some privacy,” he replies, not even pulling out his own food, just watching me.